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A lot of stuff has been coming in recently in regard to Summer Camps, and that got me thinking about when I was a kid and going to YMCA camp.
Every year my parents sent my brother, sister and I off to camp at Camp Tecumseh in Brookston Indiana.
For a full week, we slept in the little cabins they had that were divided up by age and gender – as the youngest in my family, I was down in the cabin with the other ten, or eleven year olds, while my brother was with the “big” kids – 13 to 14 – and my sister was off in a whole different section of cabins entirely.
Each morning our day started by going...
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